Untouched Queen By Royal Command
He must choose a queen…But will his desire outweigh his duty?King Augustus is shocked when his country delivers him a courtesan. The only way to set her free is to marry someone else! But Sera’s surprising innocence and undisguised yearning for him is temptation itself, pushing Augustus’s legendary self-control to the limits. Because Augustus knows that if he dares give in to his attraction he won’t rest until Sera becomes his queen!
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He must choose a queenâ¦
But will his desire outweigh his duty?
King Augustus is shocked when his country delivers him a courtesan. The only way to set her free is to marry someone else! But Seraâs surprising innocence and undisguised yearning for him is temptation itself, pushing Augustusâs legendary self-control to the limits. Because Augustus knows that if he dares give in to his attraction, he wonât rest until Sera becomes his queen!
Feel the heat in this tale of innocence and desire!
KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairy tales, fantasy worlds and losing herself in a good book. She has two children, avoids cooking and cleaning and, despite the best efforts of her family, is no sports fan. Kelly is, however, a keen gardener and has a fondness for roses. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08743-8
UNTOUCHED QUEEN BY ROYAL COMMAND
© 2019 Kelly Hunter
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
Augustus
THEY WERENâT SUPPOSED to be in this part of the palace. Fourteen-year-old Augustus, Crown Prince of Arun, had been looking for the round room with the domed glass roof for at least six years. He could see that roof from the helicopter every time they flew in or out, but heâd never been able to find the room and no adult had ever been willing to help him out.
His father said that those quarters had been mothballed over a hundred years ago.
His mother said it was out of bounds because the roof was unsafe.
Didnât stop him and his sister looking for it, even if they never had much luck. It was like a treasure hunt.
They wouldnât have found it this time either, without the help of a map.
The floor was made of moon-coloured marble, and so too were the columns and archways surrounding the central room. The remaining furniture had been covered with dusty drapes that had probably once been white. Above all, it felt warm in a way that the main castle living areas were never warm.
âWhy do we not live in this part of the palace?â asked his sister from somewhere not far behind him. Sheâd taken to opening every door of every room that circled the main area. âThese look like bedrooms. I could live here.â
âYou want fifty bedrooms all to yourself?â
âI want to curl up like a cat in the sunlight. Show me one other place in the palace where you can do that.â
âMother would kill you if you took to lounging about in the sun. Youâd lose your milky-white complexion.â
âAugustus, I donât have a milky-white complexionâno matter what our mother might want. I have black hair, black eyes and olive skinâjust like you and Father do. My skin likes the sun. It needs the sun, it craves the sun. Oh, wow.â Sheâd disappeared through another marble archway and her voice echoed faintly. âIndoor pool.â
